A verse inscribed in fire and light. Go Back To Sleep Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed fromContinue reading “WD 77 “Go Back to Sleep””
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WD 76 “Devilfish (A Paradigm)”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Devilfish (A Paradigm) I am becoming- A wrist with twisted lines, like the age rings of an ancient tree My demonstration of aptitude A fading sense of failing Black curtain, ink, or the vampire’s cape worn by a giant manta-ray To cloak the ocean and purgeContinue reading “WD 76 “Devilfish (A Paradigm)””
WD 75 “Mid Summer Hunt”
A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Mid Summer Hunt Summer means, Light exposure, tanning and sunburns but The nights are still dark and If I cry out loud enough, will it echo off the moon like light and ripple down On all of us who sit sleeping in the dark part ofContinue reading “WD 75 “Mid Summer Hunt””
WD 74 “Blinking Eye”
A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Blinking Eye I’m in motion Back arched Constantly swaying with the movement of the wind Pulled into a black hole, as everything dances Toward the center of the drain And I’m a fly with wet wings spiraling When there’s no hand to hold to keep meContinue reading “WD 74 “Blinking Eye””
WD 73 “Crystal Ball”
A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Crystal Ball Keep a silence in your heart As strong and wild rivers flow Like the grace of God Their anthem, a noise Fear, walking beside me, a companion and protector The beginning of knowledge, the origin of trembling -My wreckage rolls, collides, automated like inevitableContinue reading “WD 73 “Crystal Ball””
WD 72 “Baby Bird”
A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Baby Bird I’ve waited a lifetime to be born As I stand here, knee deep in viscera A primordial soup of hope and dreams The planet around me is like a the sweet flesh of an apple But I see bruises My spatial shell corroding slowlyContinue reading “WD 72 “Baby Bird””
WD 71 “Turning Faster”
A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. This poem is a sequel to Brush I. Brush II (Turning Faster) -The wind can whisper, but it can also scream Cry, bellow, shriek and boom and The wind can cool and freeze and break and shatter but Whatever I say, you can’t tell where IContinue reading “WD 71 “Turning Faster””
WD 70 “Knight of Pentacles”
A verse inscribed in fire and light. Knight of Pentacles He is solid matter, and by defying he obeys A solid A steel A drop of water hanging from a faucet, never falling He sits on a bamboo mat, his legs comfortably crossed Woven together. Breathing in and out. And as he sits on theContinue reading “WD 70 “Knight of Pentacles””
WD 69 “Hell is Money”
A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth Hell is Money River styx A distraction from the flow of responsibility which Beats against my shattered shores I consider the time I have left The twitching of my fingers and the drum that commands the rhythm of my blood But the damned are all aliveContinue reading “WD 69 “Hell is Money””
WD 68 “Grief”
A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Grief Prolong my vampiric edge My lifespan, wide as a pin, as long as a road whose end is Smothered in mist -Regard the little people as you would Ghouls and cattle All with varying purposes and different odors Match majesty with majesty Look me inContinue reading “WD 68 “Grief””
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